"Momma Cat was at the end of her tether. Tom, her husband, had been away on business these past three days and that meant she was left all on her own to look after the children. All eight of them! Granted the older three were not that much bother, well when Dad was around, but the young ones wanted entertaining the whole time. The Twins were not as bad as the Trips (triplets) but they were bad enough when there was nothing put in front of them to do - and their attention span was the size of a gnat's brain.
Moma Cat had been busy that day cooking and cleaning in time for Aunt Tabbies visit at the weekend. Aunt Tabby was Grandma's younger sister and a bit of a tartar for everything being clean and tidy. Even with eight youngsters running around there was no excuse in her eyes for a "sloppy house".
Tom (Poppa Cat) wasn't due home until late on Friday evening and so there was no time for him to give a helping hand, besides which he would be tired from all the travelling he had had to do. Being in charge of the Health Department for the city meant he had to devise lots of different ways to clean up the streets so that there were no mice or rats for people to complain about. He had had to do lots of walking about the city, pounding the streets at different parts of the day and sometimes, the night. Momma Cat was very proud of her husband and his work and so she set store by having a lovely home for him and his children.
Too bad the Trips decided that today was the day they would chase the family's love birds around the living room. The two birds were fluttering about not knowing what to do, feathers floating here and there, usually the children left them in peace when they were out of their cage but today first one and then another of the Trips set off in fits of giggles after one or the other bird.
Having had enough Momma Cat lined the whole family up. Standing, hands on hips she told them off one by one and promised them that that night they would all go to bed without their milk and there would be no treats when Aunt Tabby came. The Trips looked a bit crestfallen but at least they stopped in their tracks and promised not to chase the love birds any more, and to be good - at least until Poppa came back from his business trip. Momma Cat looked at them lovingly and said "Felix, you are the eldest of all the kitties and therefore you are going to have to step into Poppa's shoes when he is not here. I just have to have help with the family, especially when we are to have visitors."
Felix stood, head on one side and asked "Who made me an adult" but secretly he was quite pleased to have such a responsibility over his brothers and sisters, especially the two older sisters who liked to boss him about."
I am not sure who knows why there is a story accompanying a journal page or even how it all started. A while ago Wendy and I decided we had to do something with all of our Dylusion stamps and so the Dylusion journal was started. Then we began joining in with the theme at Art Journal Journey and it made sense to tell the reader (our audience had widened) a bit about the characters and to link in with the theme they had set for the month. And so a story was born.
I do not have any idea in mind when I begin, it just starts when I look at the page and I begin writing. Sometimes I go off at a tangent and have to use the erase key because that bit won't work and something else has to be said, but to be honest it is all done rather quickly. The words just tumble out. Perhaps I was a story teller in a previous life? Or is it the 'teacher' in me who thinks on the hoof like they all have to do at times? I leave it to you dear reader, you make your own mind up. See you next week.